CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOWill sniggered when he saw Dante approaching, and then he returned his gaze to Celene.“I see he thinks he is a superhero. Trying to prove his love for you or what?”“Please.” Celene sniffled, still unable to get her breath to be stable.“Don’t hurt him, Will. He knows nothing about this. Your business is with me.”“No, baby.” Will shook his head, a sinister smile on his face.“He just got himself involved, and I will make sure I deal with him.” He turned to see Dante already standing behind him, and he nodded as if it was going to be in his favor.“Prepare to have a taste of my balls as soon as I am done with you!” He snorted, causing Dante to twist his face in disgust over his words.Dante turned to look at Celene who had just gotten out of the car, shaking his head in disapproval.“How does she know this moron?” He grunted, keeping his eyes on her.Celene drew closer to him, tears still welled up in her eyes. “I think you should go back to the car, Dante. Let me

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURNo one could really understand what had happened, especially since they didn’t see it.They looked at each other to be certain that they had seen the same thing, completely shocked.“How did he do that?” Celene muttered, but she couldn’t even catch her breath as Will held onto her tightly, forcing her to look at what was going on.Dante was engulfed by an intense rage, and since the flames on the swords had gone out, it seemed like the ninjas had lost their defense, but they were eager to get them flaming again.Before that could happen, Dante had already grabbed one of them, and as soon as he disarmed him, he dragged out the piece of black cloth used to conceal his identity, and when he saw his face, he nodded.“It was you!” He growled, his anger increasing.The ninja was confused, and even though he still didn’t know what Dante was talking about, he seemed to be more interested in breaking free from Dante’s hold.His brothers were still busy trying to get their s

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX“The same thing you asked those dead ninjas to do with it...” Dante gave him a very quick response that made him gasp.Will could no longer move, panting for air while his wide eyes remained fixed on the sword.He saw his life flashing right before his eyes, and worst still, Dante had already lifted the sword, ready to end his life.“I am going to make this quick and silent.” Dante threatened, but before he could take a strike, Celene was already standing between him and Will with tears in her eyes.Dante grunted, looking at her with a twisted Silverion.“What are you doing, Celene? Out of the way so that I can finish off that moron!”“No, please!” Celene cried, lifting both hands.When she felt the pain in her joint, she was forced to lower her right hand, and then her left.“Don’t kill him, Dante! I beg you!”“Why not?!” Dante growled, fuming impatiently.“Because…!” Celene paused, seeming like the words had been stuck between her lips.Dante lifted his right brow

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT“I told you that he was not going to be successful, didn’t I?” Lady Anne scoffed, ridicule laced in her tone.Vincent sniggered, sipping the wine in his glass.Then he smacked, turning to Mira while he dropped the glass on the Oakwood table.“Forget about him, Mira. He is just a noise maker. He knows nothing.” Barbra sneered, her words stinging to Mira like she had been stung by a bee.Suddenly, Mira had lost appetite, staring at the entrance of the living room through the corner of the dining hall.She tried to hold onto the trust that she had for Dante even though she barely knew him, but her family wouldn’t make things easier for her.They kept on taunting her with their words, and it was worse since her father had not yet spoken, enjoying his meal silently while he listened to everything the rest of the family were saying.Mira looked at him severally, and each time their eyes met, Sir Roy always smile, nodding slowly.It was hard to read his countenance as Mi

CHAPTER THIRTYMira was still struggling with the thoughts that were buried inside her mind, but with everything Dante had said and how confident he looked, it was hard not to believe him.She slowly returned her gaze to her father, hoping that he was going to take the file from Dante.Eventually, he did, and that turned to a moment of prayer for her.She prayed fervently that Dante had not come to joke with her father, mumbling her words.She turned to look at him, and seeing that he had an unwavering smile that was laced with so much confidence, she took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.Slowly, Sir Roy opened the file, taking out the documents inside.Then he looked at Dante sternly before he began to read, his eyes zooming in on each word he picked.As he glanced, the silence in the room lingered with thickening tension.Everyone not only looked at Sir Roy, expecting to hear what the documents contained, but they were also turning to look at Dante, promising to deal w